Paranoid Mage Novels & Stories

“Trust me, Alpha, nothing you could tell me could be weirder than the things I’ve experienced in the past few years.” “I think she’s toxic.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Like, I think she’s actually poisonous, and it exudes from her skin. The longer you’re around her, the sicker you get. I don’t think she can control it. Maybe it’s the reason she’s a lone wolf?” My skin crawls. I look at Paars’s little cottage. “Justice, is that possible?” “Anything is possible with the Mavri Magea, child.” She doesn’t sound surprised. “It narrows down who it could be, but I couldn’t say definitely.”

The mage unleashed a barrage of magical projectiles, but Magnus deflected them effortlessly with a flick of his hand. Daemon, meanwhile, circled Argon with an almost unnatural grace, his silver eyes locked onto his every move. "You've trespassed into dangerous territory, Argon," he warned. "We need to know what brought you here." As Magnus and Daemon closed in on Argon, a whirlwind of action and magic erupted within the Prince's chambers. Argon, fueled by desperation and determination, fought with everything he had to fend off the relentless assault from the formidable duo of the Crimson Pack.

The skeletons are drawing closer and closer until… I closed my mind to my surroundings, to all shared pathways, so there was no chance anyone could be feeding my own fears. It had to be a hallucination brought on by a mage. No matter that I had stopped anything from entering my brain-something malicious was already present. Fire ringed me, crackling flames reaching greedily toward the sky and stretching like obscene tongues toward me. Out of the conflagration, handsome men and beautiful women emerged, species reserved for the front pages of p**n magazines, and they were naked.

One of Chris’s men, second in command under Night Mage, Mage 001 spoke as soon as their chopper entered the forest that was their area of interest. Chris opened his eyes and looked at Mage 001 prompting him to continue. “Boss, I am not sure how it works but master had previously mentioned it in passing. There is a technique with crystals to stop transmission of radio and electromagnetic waves.” Mage 001 spoke in a not so confident voice before nodding in confidence “But I can bet my life on the fact that there are crystals and a lot of them in the area we just passed.” “How so?” “This pendant of mine…” Mage 001 lifted his pendant “can detect the presence of crystals.”

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

He pauses, his expression grim. “What?” I demand. “You will turn feral,” he says simply. “Your mind will unravel, consumed by the bond’s collapse. You’ll become a danger to yourself, your pack, and anyone unfortunate enough to cross your path.” The words hit me like a blow. My wolf stirs uneasily, sensing the truth in the mage’s warning. “I won’t let it come to that,” I say, more to myself than to him. “I’ll find her. I’ll bring her back.” The mage says nothing, merely watching as I storm out.

Bring it on, you assholes! I whirled towards my left where a panicked mage was standing with a glowing blue orb. He was freaked out by what I did and even forgot his Master’s instructions not to hurt me. Somehow, I knew that the spell in his hand was not meant to incapacitate me but was a deadly one that would kill me. I think not…

Here was a will of indomitable might, malleable and impressionable, but also a yearning and loneliness pitiable in its need. Buffeted by the turbulent currents of the boy’s emotions and threatened by the undertow of the boy’s raw power, he was at risk of being pulled beneath those churning swells of force. As the Mage delved the boy’s mind, the youth was initially unaware of the Mage’s intrusion so focused was he on struggling to free himself from the suffocating hold of the cloak. When he became aware, the Mage felt the boy’s mental scream, his clenched-teeth fury, his seething frustration. However, before the boy could turn his focus to the invading presence, the Mage touched the pain cent

he says. Magic erupts from his hands. Purple light. Crackling energy. Spreading like a web. Paralysis spell. It hits Danny first. He freezes mid-step. Completely immobilized. Eyes wide. Can't move. Can't speak. The spell spreads. Reaching for Marcus and James. They go rigid. Frozen in place. The magic reaches for me. I try to dodge. Too slow. The paralysis catches my legs. Spreading upward. Can't move my arms. Can't breathe properly.

“So predictable…” She took a thin dagger and sliced my forehead. Blood ran down, hot. The sensation was immediate: my muscles weakened, my body trembled. The weight was unbearable. I could barely keep my eyes open. “Rare fungi that grow under the stones of these mountains… mixed with dark magic. A powerful paralyzer. Even for a Supreme.” She smiled. “But it’s a shame… that ancestral soul inside you won’t allow you to die.”